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pixiecrinkle) wrote2004-08-19 10:39 am
pixiecrinkle) wrote2004-08-19 10:39 am
Lucinda Williams show
Wow. Last night's show was by far the best of the shows I've seen her do. I've never seen her chat with the crowd more than just explaining a song with a one-liner or so, and last night she kept telling stories and talking and saying how much more she enjoyed playing in rock clubs, than in theatres with people sitting down, where she normally gets booked. She then proceeded to play for about 2 and half hours, which was awesome.
She's one of those people, that if you asked me what my favorite songs of hers were, I'd have a hard time remembering names and things, but once I get in that show, I'm thrilled with what she plays, and realize how much I do like the individual songs. That makes sense in my head.
I wanted to hear three things: "Joy," "Real Live Bleeding Fingers and Broken Guitar Strings," and "I Asked for Water, He Gave Me Gasoline." The first two I got in the encore and the last one I knew was a long shot, so I was happy. And "Righteously," which is just one of the coolest songs, and let the guitar player show off his cool-guy soloing.
She didn't do "Too Cool to Be Forgotten," but she played that one the first time I saw her, and dedicated it to George Harrison, who'd recently died, so that one can't really be repeated for me.
Her guitar player is absolutely amazing. At the last show, we dubbed him "Liev Shrieber" because he looks like him (kinda). I also determined that Jerry Garcia faked his own death and is now playing drums for Lucinda, just due to the drummer's hair.
And now, for a note to myself and my peers in twenty-five years: Just because you are in your fifties, and rarely get out anymore, doesn't excuse you from behaving appropriately. Just cause you can't hold your beer as well anymore doesn't mean you get to dance lewdly and make out with your wife after walking up and squeezing in to stand directly in front of someone else. And don't ever use the phrase, "These people just don't know how to have fun," when you start to notice the horrified stares of those near you. That is all.
She's one of those people, that if you asked me what my favorite songs of hers were, I'd have a hard time remembering names and things, but once I get in that show, I'm thrilled with what she plays, and realize how much I do like the individual songs. That makes sense in my head.
I wanted to hear three things: "Joy," "Real Live Bleeding Fingers and Broken Guitar Strings," and "I Asked for Water, He Gave Me Gasoline." The first two I got in the encore and the last one I knew was a long shot, so I was happy. And "Righteously," which is just one of the coolest songs, and let the guitar player show off his cool-guy soloing.
She didn't do "Too Cool to Be Forgotten," but she played that one the first time I saw her, and dedicated it to George Harrison, who'd recently died, so that one can't really be repeated for me.
Her guitar player is absolutely amazing. At the last show, we dubbed him "Liev Shrieber" because he looks like him (kinda). I also determined that Jerry Garcia faked his own death and is now playing drums for Lucinda, just due to the drummer's hair.
And now, for a note to myself and my peers in twenty-five years: Just because you are in your fifties, and rarely get out anymore, doesn't excuse you from behaving appropriately. Just cause you can't hold your beer as well anymore doesn't mean you get to dance lewdly and make out with your wife after walking up and squeezing in to stand directly in front of someone else. And don't ever use the phrase, "These people just don't know how to have fun," when you start to notice the horrified stares of those near you. That is all.